Panic.
A gentle reminder to breathe, trust, and walk step by step.
Sometimes the mind gets ahead of the heart.
It spins stories of fear, urgency, and scarcity — whispering that you're behind, that you're not enough, that you should have it all figured out by now.
It can feel overwhelming. Like trying to catch your breath under waves that just keep coming.
But beneath the noise, there is a quieter truth:
You are exactly where you are meant to be.
You are not late.
You are not lost.
And you are not alone.
Today's letter feels like a hand placed gently on the heart. A reminder to soften the grip of control, to breathe, and to return — again and again — to trust. Creation unfolds not driven by panic, but through presence. Through steady surrender to the next small step.
You don't need to know the whole path. Just follow the next breath. The next small act of love.
One breath at a time.
One step at a time.
Dear traveler,
My anxious little hare – you are feeling overwhelmed.
What can I live on? Where do I begin? Is this a good idea? Is it enough? What comes next?
So many questions.
So much fear.
So much control.
Take a deep breath. Twice. Three times.
Good.
Very good.
You already know what comes next. And yet we love to tell you again. As many times as necessary. Again and again, whenever it must be said: Trust. Let go. Surrender to the process.
Create from your feeling. With love. From deep truth. And everything else will fall into place, just as it is meant to. Life unfolds step by step – do you remember?
Step by step, my dear.
You have time.
You are not missing anything.
It is not too late for anything.
You are exactly where you are meant to be – right now, right here.
And we are always with you.
We love you – oh, how we look forward to the moment when you understand just how much we love you. From what depth this unconditional, sacred love comes.
You will experience it. And on the way there, we are by your side.
Step by step.
Thank you for being here.
If something in this resonated, I invite you to sit with it, reflect, or respond in your own way — in thought, in writing, or in quiet presence.
And if not now, that’s okay too. There’s no rush.
Until next time,
– Jan